1921
Filled with admiration about our sportsmen's noblest fish and with dismay about its possible extermination by commercial fishermen, Ellis Briggs, hunter, is exerting his piscatorial charm in London, Bonn, Rome, Madrid, and Lisbon. He represents a private non-profit organization of Canadians and Americans with headquarters in Montreal, the Atlantic Salmon Association, apprehensive about high-seas netting. Although he is not representing the Department of State, Washington warmly endorses the project. International jurisdiction is held by the International Commission for Northwest Atlantic fisheries, composed of 14 interested nations, including the U. S. At the Warsaw meeting in June a resolution banning highseas netting will be introduced by Canadians, Americans, and English with 10 affirmative votes required to carry. Ellis's mission is no 24-hour junket. He flew to London April 11 as a first stop in a several weeks' endeavor in England, Germany, France, Italy, Spain, and Portugal to stimulate conservation.
The Villager, Jonathan Logan, and Bergdorf Goodman. The name of Tom Staley, specialist in cattle and feed products, won't be found there. Yet he revolutionized women's clothing with fresh styling, colors, and patterns. How come? In World War II when poultry rations were packed in cloth bags and cotton was scarce, Tom's creative imagination came into play. He helped devise the dress-print feed sack with a wide selection of gorgeous prints. Farm. wives with backyard flocks ploughed their egg money back into more poultry rations for more sacks to make more dresses. Because it took at least two 39-46 inch sacks to make a dress and because cotton fabric in stores was expensive, women made a game of searching. That men's club, the feedstore, now swarmed with women intent on obtaining the prettiest sacks in town. Pity the feed merchant if the prettiest one happened to be on the bottom of the ceiling-high stack, each sack weighing 100 pounds. In 1944, "Business Week" reported that 30,000,000 yards of printed cotton material were used annually for feed bags in the U.S. Tom was turning out 200,000 100-pound bags a month. Hollywood stars got into the act and were photographed modeling chick creations. Tom had to enlist aid from big-name dress designers in New York about new prints. But how ephemeral are women's passions! The feed-bag fad faded in the 1950's.
Skinny-dipping at 8:30 a.m., 100 times, walking back and forth in his private swimming pool, swinging his arms, and loosening up his left shoulder: that's the rejuvenated Kent McKinley. Such calisthenics give him strength to feud with local politicians and pound out peppery letters to newspapers. In 1970 he hopes to regain his seat in the Florida House of Representatives and in 1972 to run for senator.
About pools. Bill Embree differs radi- cally with Kent. "Like walking alone," Bill says, "swimming is stupid." Nontheless, lacking a pool, Bill walks a mile before going to the office and another mile after work with later arm-raising at the Drake Hotel cocktail bar. In bad weather at the University Club he plays three games of squash rackets with the pro, forced to put on extra pressure as Bill's legs regain their former tough litheness. tough litheness.
A conservative group in the Chicago area was startled at a lecture by Harold Bowen, who told them about his favorite ancestor, Captain Bowen, who in 1700 cruised off the Malabar Coast. With a crew of many nations, he preyed on ships of many nations, a nice balance of international justice. A bit of a dude, the captain prettied himself up once a week by shaving with a lighted candle and a wet rag. Harold continued to baffle his listeners by quoting Anatole France, who remarked that he had virtue thrust upon him when he reached the age of 81.
After three weeks in the hospital for surgery, DOE Smith, home again and with Prue's help recovering nicely, is following with close, attention the real estate operations in Waldeboro (Me.) of his daughter Jean and Larry Murphy, who could sell and make money but prefer to keep right on buying.
Paul Belknap is back from Mexico where Carli had been painting at San Miguel de Allende. He and Jack Hubbell are now competitors, for Paul has also acquired a travel agency, Paul's operated by South Koreans emphasizing Orient travel. Off then to Seoul? Could be, but his Vermont retreat takes precedence.
About a perfect bed no one is more enthusiastic than Jack Hubbell, but he spends little time lying flat. Not even the Simmons Company of which he is Vice President and Director has absorbed enough of his energies to lead him even to consider temporary horizontal relaxation. He has accepted the presidency of the Home Furnishing Councils devoted in a first attempt to coordinate the diverse elements of the home-furnishings industry for better consumer education and better industry planning. The home-goods industry including living room, dining room, bedroom, outdoor and dual purpose furni- ture, floor coverings, and bedding is big business. How big? $11,000,000,000. (Eleven billion challenges Jack.) His specialty? Nothing more than public relations, manufacturing, wholesaling, and retailing.
Despite continual blizzards, Leon andHilda Bateman have had their best year in their real estate business and insurance (fire, auto, casualty, health, and accident). Their problem next winter: snowmobiles or Florida.
"A frustrated apostle of peace," MarshWhelden has been deeply concerned about greed as the fundamental American evil resulting in slum cities and rural poverty, selfish exploitation of natural resources (land, water, air), and the "defense" of South Vietnam against "aggression." Now he is receiving congratulations for "America's Destiny: A Position Paper," taking up nearly a full page in the "Rutland Daily Herald" (Vt.) Nov. 11.
When Abe Weld, retired financial expert of Western Electric, discusses taxes, budgets, and inflation, you had better tune in. He is sure that if the Progressive Income Tax is adopted, it will open the door wide to political chicanery and demagoguery. He describes the present Federal Income Tax as "that horrendous monster." He is not happy that today there "simply must be money for higher salaries, wages, war costs, poverty aid, welfare, scholastic aids of all sorts, foreign aid, research, defence, conservation, indigent railroads, urban problems ... money here, money there, money everywhere — but never, alas, no never, a penny for tax reduction." In a series of letters to the "Manchester Union Leader" (N. H.), Abe insists that tax reform always fails to reform. "It always complicates, never simplifies; it always winds up gulping more money, in more ingeniously unjust ways than before the reform." He believes that of all the lamentable and uninspired methods to raise money in a democracy the Progressive Income Tax is the very worst.
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